Only filtered voices
I was excited to read this book. I expected to absorb real-time impressions from women who settled the stark western plains; letters or journal entries. Something like, “I just arrived at my new home, this dugout near Fort Hays, and I wonder if I’ll ever be comfortable again before I die.” Instead I read memories of the 19th century, often written long after the events. These memoirs were valuable, but they lacked the fresh immediacy I longed for.
What did the women think, when the generally grim conditions of pioneer life locked them in a permanent embrace? Did they regret leaving their home country or a civilized city on the East Coast? What comfort or beauty sustained them? Joanna Stratton uncovered little in answer to these questions.
When the witnesses speak, Joanna Stratton cuts them off repeatedly. They rarely complete a paragraph on their own before she breaks in to explain the circumstances. Her constant commentary quickly wore me out; I wanted Stratton to sit down and shut up. If explanation was necessary, I could welcome a short introduction at the beginning of each chapter, after which the 19th century women could speak unrestricted.
A few passages broke through Stratton’s filter, to shine on their own:
“At one point we had forded a stream with a border of brush, and rounding a hill across the ford he [the driver] pointed to a small new grave. Such a sadness possessed me, as I pictured to myself the delay in camp, the suffering of the little one, the absence of medical skill, the death, the burial, and the grief of leaving that freshly heaped mound. But hundreds of such mounds have marked the advance of pioneers. And what stories of grief do they suggest to those travelers who have passed that way.”
Strangely modern politics
Near the end of the book, we read about the political life of the new state, women’s campaigns to ban alcoholic drink and give themselves the right to vote. No shrinking violets, these pioneer women. They got out and made their voices heard. They also fell victim to the same mental distortion which plagues our political life in the 21st century:
“Lucy Stone said the measure [giving women in Kansas the right to vote] was almost sure to pass, it was only necessary to keep it before the people through the summer.
Well the end came and the votes were counted, and Women’s Suffrage got only a little over one-third of all.”
Even in the 19th Century, people lived in political echo chambers, associating mainly with others who agreed with them. Thus they reckoned support for their causes in the general electorate much greater than it actually was. How many of us were astonished at the victory of Donald Trump, simply because no one we knew voted for him? One lesson of history: human nature tends to produce similar results in all eras. "The United States is more divided now than ever before!" I've heard or read this Jeremiad a hundred times in recent years, and it's clearly false, evidence this book. We are fascinated with our own time, we believe we are unique. History helps us understand current events as part of a long pattern of human behavior, instead of a shocking, "unprecedented" blow to the old order.
While this book was a disappointment, I’m still interested in first-person history. If anyone enjoyed another book on this time and place, please tell me in the comments.